first of all, i LOVE “boys like you” and i’m so excited to see where you take the story next!
and now more importantly, how are you?? you previously mentioned having some home issues and not feeling so well and i wanted to check in and see how you are!
i hope you’re feeling better and not getting too stressed out with your work schedule!!
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thank you so much ! this was the sweetest thing ever and i really appreciate it (((,,:
please trust me when i say i still really want to continue “boys like you” i love the plot i created and i have so many ideas !
it was just off timing to put it out when i did as i then lost my dad and in turn my work and school schedules / hours got really messed up so now i’m working like crazy to make them up ! it’s been a rough couple of months, but i’m surviving and i promise to update again asap !
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i hope to have another chapter out soon when the time allows !
hey guys !!! i’m so sorry i haven’t updated as soon as i said i would on “boys like you” but we had some crazy winter weather and not only have i been sick but the pipes in my apartment burst so we’ve been trying to figure that all out. so perfect timing to start a new series 😀👍🏼 i will try my best to have the next few parts out with in the next few days. im so sorry !!!
you had spent all night examining each pack member’s file, each hybrid had vastly different personalities, likes, dislikes, etc. - and you had to admit it was a lot to take in. you had also taken the time to search online and purchase all that you thought would be necessary in helping assimilate the hybrids into your home, new beds, dressers, food, utensils, etc. even scheduling reconstruction of your estate, updating the model and calculating up floor plans to change the biggest common room in the home in order to accommodate all seven of the hybrids, incase they wished to stay together in a bedroom where they could all fit comfortably. perhaps you were way too ahead of yourself, but that inheritance money needed to go somewhere.
it was now 3 hours before your scheduled time to meet the hybrids, and possibly sign their adoption papers. that is, if all parties want to be adopted by you. you scanned their files again.
name: kim seokjin (진)
birthdate: december 4, 1992
age: 28 years
type: white-tailed dear
role: care giver, protector
(tends to be subordinate, dominant traits)
as the oldest, kim seokjin falls into role of protector and caregiver naturally within the dynamics of his pack - trusting that there is no imminent danger. but outside of pack dynamics, he can fall into prey instincts quite quickly. this explains his dependance on wolf hybrid, kim namjoon. he shows more care- giving nature, resorting to protection in that case of the younger members more than the older predators.
seokjin enjoys spring, cooking, and familiarity. though he is quite outspoken and quick to defend, he is not the natural leader of the pack. he can be skeptical of humans, as in the wild, humans can be the deer populations top predator. he is respectful, intelligent, trustworthy, and resourceful. he is family orientated and selfless, as expected.
name: min yoongi (민윤기)
birthdate: march 9, 1993
age: 27 years
type: black panther
class: apex predator
(predominantly dominant traits)
as the second in age, and an apex predator, min yoongi is a fierce protector. maybe even sometimes to a fault. he doesnt shy away from threats, especially those directed toward his pack.
he is quiet, and quite reserved. he enjoys the piano, writing, and sleep. his harsh exterior is hard to break through as those within his pack are the only ones who have managed. he is quick to action. he, along with the instinctual pattern of his panther tendencies, sports an “act first, ask later” attitude. his counterpart, great dane hybrid, jung hoseok, helps balance this.
name: jung hoseok (정호석)
birthdate: february 18, 1994
age: 26 years
type: great dane
(predominantly dominant traits)
jung hoseok is the level headed protector, along with that of his successor in age, kim namjoon. as a domestic predator, he still sometimes falls into that category of protectee, but not inherently. in terms of owner, this is where his loyalty lies. where his instincts decide protection is needed most, as his pack members know how to protect themselves.
his personality is very bright, and quite bubbly. he is easy to talk to and offers sensible advice. his is found to be a bit goofy, and tends to lift the packs spirits when needed. hobbies include primarily dancing, and writing. he enjoys deep thinking.
name: kim namjoon (김남준)
birthdate: september 12, 1994
age: 26 years
type: black timber wolf
class: apex predator
(predominantly dominant traits)
kim namjoon is the packs natural leader. though he isn’t the oldest, he seems to be the one they look to for answers. in terms of owners, it seems he will display what’s best for his pack while keeping his own desires hidden. but much like his descendant, the domesticated hybrid, he will still put owner first when accepted as part of said pack. he is exceptionally intelligent and wise, violence isn’t his first instinct - but it is still a prominent trait.
though he is the leader, and can sport a hard and critical exterior, he has been observed to show a quite fun and loving side. as ancestor to the domesticated hybrid, he shows immense loyalty. sporting a bond for an owner that cannot be broken once trust is established. he can be very playful, he loves to read, and write music. he enjoys stimulating conversation.
name: park jimin (박지민)
birthdate: october 13, 1995
age: 25 years
type: calico cat
(both dominant and subordinate traits)
though a predator, he is domestic, and when his instincts don’t call for action - park jimin knows he is protected by his elder counterparts. with this knowledge, he falls into the role of protectee quite effortlessly. though, he does show protector qualities when it comes to their youngest, jeon jungkook.
he is feisty and argumentative, but exceptionally loving. as a domesticated hybrid, he can be quite lazy and enjoys lots of rest but displays many burst of energy that seem to stimulate the rest of the pack. he enjoys singing, and is extremely affectionate - unafraid to show his affection for those he trusts.
name: kim taehyung (김태형)
birthdate: december 30, 1995
age: 25 years
type: bengal tiger
class: apex predator
(both dominant and subordinate traits)
as an apex predator, kim taehyung should fall into category of protector. over years of observation, the hybrid is willing protect but doesn’t display it prominently. as he is just as easily protected by his elders as that of counterpart, park jimin. and much like him, he will fall to defense of youngest, jeon jungkook, quickly. but his position remains inconclusive as he displays traits of both equally. the dynamic still works with the pack seamlessly.
he can seem quiet upon first meetings, but the hybrid is quite playful and excitable - especially with his agemate and younger counterpart. he likes to protect and be protected. he is an art connoisseur and seems to always be collecting new knowledge where he can find it.
name: jeon jungkook (전정국)
birthdate: september 1, 1997
age: 23 years
(predominantly subordinate traits, does occasionally show dominant qualities)
youngest, jeon jungkook, falls into category of protectee quite easily. as prey, and categorically falling so low on the tree, it makes sense that his predator pack members would shield him. but he also shows fervent attachment to prey, kim seokjin.
the youngest can be rather shy when it comes to those who may or may not pose a threat, the ambiguity alone is enough to trigger is prey instincts. though, within his pack, those he trusts, he is extremely impulsive and affectionate. he also enjoys music, and singing, along with drawing and creating art. he is very lovable and fun.
* all pack members have experienced past neglect, abuse, and trauma.
each file was as meticulous as you could expect it to be, giving you the rundown of their diets, habits, personalities, etc. you heart stung at the last sentence and the realization that they had been observed for years, meaning they had been in the shelter for years.
though the idea was a bit overwhelming, you had to admit reading about them felt like a little glimpse into who they were - and you were suddenly very hopeful you’d be able to adopt them all.
though that didn’t come without nerves, you skimmed over each file, realizing then that even the youngest was a year older than you. you hoped your age wouldn’t pose a problem to seeing you in the light of owner, as someone they could look to for help or protection. you wiped away the thought, saving it for when it happened instead of creating a problem that didn’t exist yet.
looking up at the clock, you decided you should get ready. putting the files away into your bag neatly, you climbed up the stairs to the room you had made you own. wearing your hair down and applying a light layer of make up, you decided you should look somewhat presentable.
you didn’t know why you were so nervous suddenly, discarding outfit after outfit before realizing you were about to be late and finally deciding on a pair of loose jeans and a fitted sage green top. you hoped you looked as friendly as possible.
finally, you made it to the shelter, letting out a heavy breath and turning your car off - you tried to ease your nerves. you greeted yeosang at the front desk once again, along with dr. park as they directed you to the “interview deck.” there you found mingi, waiting for you with a stack of papers.
“y/n!” he called happily as he wrapped you in a firm embrace and you paid him a sweet smile. seven sets of ears perked up on the other side of the door, growing anxious as the seven boys paid each other glances. their skin buzzing wildly. “they’re all inside now. knowing you, i’m sure you did extensive research… i’m confident they’ll love you.” mingi reassured, as you stayed quiet. “whenever you’re ready.” he finally spoke, moving out of the way as you finally let out the breath you were holding.
you gripped the handle before thinking fuck it, and twisting it completely, stepping inside almost silently.
you can’t say you had expected the hybrids to look the way they did as you started at them wide-eyed, the moment seeming to move in slow motion as the tingling feeling you felt the day before returned, except it was incredibly more intense.
“hi -” you tried to speak before a large body came crashing into yours, almost knocking the wind of out you as you stumbled slightly. the tall boy wrapped his long arms over you shoulders, burying his face into your neck. you could feel him smiling against you skin.
“i’m so glad you came back for us.” the small voice rang out muffled against your hot skin. heartbeat thumping rapidly, and you know they could all hear it with their heightened senses. as you scanned the group, six set of eyes watching you intently, you noticed the only pair of ears missing were those of the bunny you met the day prior
“of course i came back.” you muttered softly, returning his embrace as he exhaled into you at the contact of your arms joining around his toned waist. you can’t say you figured the bunny would be so tall and broad, he clearly worked out to maintain his figure, perhaps to make up for being prey.
“jungkookie, let her breathe.” a deep voice echoed. the tone so deep and domineering you almost shook.
“right.” the younger boy laughed, pulling away with a deep blush that matched your own. “sorry.” he breathed out.
“that’s okay…” you whispered softly. “it’s nice to finally meet you properly, jungkook.” you finish, genuinely, giving him a happy smile and watching the tension fall out of his broad shoulders.
the owner of the deeper voice had now stood and was approaching confidently. gaze trained and focused on your much smaller frame, as you looked up at him towering about you, tall and strong.
his eyes raked your figure, petite and short, even shorter than jimin - and his instincts were screaming at him to protect you and usher you even further into the room, away from any possible danger. he ignored it, for now.
you observed his ashy black ears and tail, the traits matching his shaggy hair perfectly. “you must be, namjoon.” you concurred, as he tilted his head, just like a wolf would. his gaze made you squirm a bit.
“yes, that’s me.” he nodded, gesturing toward the chair sat directly in front of the couch that seven of them were sat on. “please.” he said firmly, as you nodded. finally, taking a seat and feeling a bit more at ease. “this is seokjin, our oldest” he spoke for the group, gesturing to the broad shouldered man on the far side of the couch, closest to the door. there was an empty spot next to him from where namjoon had just stood.
his skin was fair and spotless, and his clean cut dark hair was adorned with a pair of clean antlers. his plump lips formed in a small u-shaped smile as he bid you a polite nod that you returned.
“hoseok,” he introduced next. referring now to the honey-skinned great dane hybrid. he seemed to be bursting at the seems with energy but hid it well, despite his tail wagging quickly - grey/brown ears perking upward.
“hello!” he cheered happily, taking all of his energy and focussing it on not wrapping you in a tight embrace, much like jungkook had. he could smell you so vividly, they all could.
“hi!” you giggled a bit, his ears turning toward the noise. “it’s nice to meet you.” you both beam. you think maybe he was made by the sun itself, at how much warmth and happiness he radiates.
“yoongi.” he spoke next, just as the man next to hobi swatted the great dane’s wagging tail with a small snarl. he barely tilted his head back at you, seemingly uninterested in the whole encounter.
“jimin.” he said next, sending yoongi a death glare that the panther pointedly ignored. you smiled genuinely at the panther, before looking to jimin.
“ah, yes! we met yesterday as well.” you cheer softly as jimin cracked a proud smile at your acknowledgement, leaning forward to shake your free hand and place a quick kiss to it.
“i’m glad you’re here.” jimin spoke hushed, before letting your hand go and smirking at your blush, only nodding your head to him.
“and you’ve met jungkook,” he spoke next as the bunny waved at you again, one ear flopping down, long hair falling into his eyes. you waved back and he smiled brightly.
“and then finally, taehyung.” namjoon introduced last, as you face the last hybrid. his skin was tanned and soft, and his dark hair parted down the middle in soft waves. you could see his bengal features in his eyes. he paid you a respectful smile, reaching forward to shake your hand formally.
“it’s lovely to meet you.” he said, voice just as deep as namjoon’s, laced with a low purr. you gave another small smile, face tense.
“and you, taehyung.” you replied, as his soft hand let go of your own. namjoon let out a breath and sat down in his previous place as you met all of their gaze once more, only yoongi’s was trained on the floor. they looked expectant.
“i take it mingi has told you most of it, but my name’s y/n. i own an estate off the countryside, it’s quiet there. and, to be entirely honest with you, i never saw myself adopting a hybrid in general.. let alone seven but… i want to give you a proper home, and the freedom you deserve. if you’ll let me.” you spoke softly, but loud enough for each hybrid to hear. they studied your features, and the growing heat of their skin, staring quizzically.
“if you -“ you started speaking just as namjoon did. you chuckled lightly. “go ahead.” you gesture.
“would it be alright if we asked you some questions?” namjoon asked respectful, as you immediately nod your head in approval.
“of course. anything at all.” you encourage as you met seokjin’s trained gaze.
“not to be.. abrupt or rude, but, how old are you, y/n?” seokjin asked, voice melodic and pretty.
“oh, i-i’m 22… i know i’m younger than you all, but i can confidently say i can provide for you. i had to grow up pretty quickly.” you admit, and the boy take note of that last thought. namjoon wonder’s why but chooses not to pry. fore now.
“i trust you.” seokjin spoke, ceasing your explanation as the two of you held a piercing gaze until you nodded to him - silently thanking him.
“what do you do?” hoseok asked next, leaning forward a bit and smiling. they watch your expression beam a bit at the question.
“i’m an artist! i - i work from home so i’ll be able to devote as much time to each of you as possible, if that’s what you want, of course.” you tell him happily, reflecting on your work as he takes note of every expression you make.
“an artist? kookie likes to draw a lot, too!” jimin explained, wrapping an arm around jungkook’s shoulders and ruffling his hair as the boys laughed.
“i’d love to see your work sometime.” you admit sweetly as jungkook blushes. the rest of the boys ask you basic questions abbot your life, why you’re here, all except yoongi.
the conversation dwindles quite naturally before yoongi finally speaks up, “so why would a 22 year old girl want to adopt seven hybrids? what are your intentions?” yoongi’s voice is laced with venom, his question makes you sit straight as your gazes finally meet.
the two of you stare at one another, studying the other’s gaze, trying to read them. both parties becoming inwardly frustrated when they fail.
though hoseok gives yoongi’s thigh a squeeze in quiet warning, he also looks at you expectantly. along with the five other boys. you take in a deep breath.
“just like you, i have to gain your trust just as much as you have to gain mine. if you give me a chance, let me get to know you and in turn get to know me - i think i can give you what the seven of you need. a home… a safe haven… i want to be that for you, if you’ll let me. i’ve been blessed with the resources to do so. my heart aches at the thought of the seven of you being here for so long, and there is no string of words that i can say to even begin to ease the burden of what you’ve been through, but i want to try. i want to understand. and i want the seven of you… if you want me, too.” you answered honestly, voice lower as you start at the floor, rolling your hands together.
you finally look back up at yoongi whose dark gaze has now softened. previous potentials who had even considered meeting all seven of the hybrids would give up on them at yoongi’s harsh tone and hot attitude - using it as an excuse to decline their adoption. but you didn’t. you met his words with sincerity and kindness, and it’s not something any of them had experienced. and the fact that you hadn’t given up yet, spoke wonders to the seven of them.
they all shared a knowing glance, “okay… we want you, too.” namjoon finally spoke, as you broke into a happy smile.
✿ author’s note : thank you so much for all the love on the first part so far, I really wasn’t expecting it. i’m posting part one and two tonight as to get the story rolling and will hopefully have part three out tomorrow night! i can’t have a set schedule as my work and school schedules fluctuate but i’ll be as consistent as possible as i’m just as invested! thank you!
✿ summary : alone and left in a mansion with nothing but your canvases and the dust slowly collecting on the window sills - a commission and a call from a childhood friend completely changes your life.
✿ genre : ot7 x f!reader, poly au, hybrid au, soulmate au, deer!seokjin, black panther!yoongi, great dane!hoseok, wolf!namjoon, calico cat!jimin, tiger!taehyung, bunny!jungkook
✿ warnings : mentions of death, maybe some mentions of assault, some fluff, reader is described as small (i.e smaller than jimin), slight age gap (reader is younger than jungkook)
✿ word count : 2.2K
✿ author’s note : i am inexperienced in hybrid aus, smut, and series so pls bare with me (not proofread yet)
making yourself buckle down and work on the piece in front of you had proven to be more of a task than you had originally anticipated. the wide expanse of blank canvas you had stretched yourself 3 weeks ago, mocked you from the the sun room. it was only four days before you had to deliver your piece that you had really forced yourself to pick up a paint brush and do something useful.
the endless days spent alone in the vast building you now called home was doing a number on your psyche. the sheer loneliness seemed to eat away at not only your sanity but aided to your artist’s block - it was truly a gruesome cycle. locked away in an beautiful estate that you never asked for.
not only that, but working from home and having an all but nonexistent social life in a country you only permanently moved to a year prior was a fate worse than you had imagined.
you huffed, finally setting your small brush down on the easel, stepping back to assess your final draft. despite being so unmotivated and plum out of ideas, you were still proud of what you created - you had promised yourself long ago that you’d never sell a piece you abhorred, and you’d remained true to that promise thus far.
a blaring ring ripped you out of your critical trance trained on the landscape in front of you, startling you as your heartbeat quickened in pace.
“hello?” you answered, soft voice flowing through the other end as you anticipated the response from the unknown caller.
“yah! y/n! is that you?” the voice that responded was loud and excited, the baritone of it something you could never forget. a staple soundtrack from the summers you spent with your father in south korea.
“mingi? how’d you get my number?” you asked, a genuine smile flooding your face at the sound of his familiar laugh on the other end.
of course, the two of you had stayed in brief contact since meeting as children. but as you grew, you saw less of each other. three years ago he and his boyfriend, yunho, had successfully started their own rehabilitation and adoption center for hybrids. the first year was hard, but the business quickly gained popularity and as the creator - he’d been exceptionally busy since her permanent move to south korea. they had two permanent doctors on staff, kim hongjoong and park seonghwa, along with a 24 hour staff. the workers were really exceptional, but you had only ever met their core group when the business first started. which included: choi san, jung wooyoung, choi jongho, kang yeosang, the two doctors, and of course the two owners.
“you were commissioned by a friend of mine! which is actually why i wanted to reach out.” he answered happily as your breathing evened and heartbeat finally settled.
“it’s good to hear from you, really. what can i do for you?” you asked sweetly, and mingi only briefly thought about teasing you for your soft tone and giving nature.
“would you be able to come to the adoption wing today? i’m working here all day as we’ve some new hybrids ready to find a new home. maybe in about an hour? you could join me on my rounds and we could talk. i’d like to see you, anyways. i’ve missed you.” mingi spoke professionally, but his admission made tears prick at your eyes. he almost sounded like the sixteen year old boy who had stolen your first kiss when visiting your father that summer and the memory of when things were simpler stung in your chest. your cheeks flushed. mingi smiled at your silence, knowing he had flustered his best childhood friend. you narrowed your eyes briefly, as he had tried to convince you many times in the past to adopt a hybrid of your own - but you had declined, not entirely convinced that you could provide an exceptional life for another being. because even though your knowledge on hybrids wasn’t nearly as advanced as mingi’s, you still knew the basics. they weren’t just animals, they were human. and there was no guarantee there. there never was with humans. you hesitate.
“y-yes. i can come by, i’ve just got to swing by and deliver my painting beforehand.” you answered as you both agreed on the meeting the time. “oh, and mingi? i’ve missed you, too.” you said genuinely as he broke into a toothy smile. it had been ages since he’d seen you, and though he knew he could blame it on his work - he didn’t know how to face you after the death of your father. he couldn’t bring himself to be there for you, to see you so broken, and he had blamed himself for that everyday. it was a relief to hear you say it. you had always been so forgiving, sometimes to a fault.
after bidding your goodbyes to the tall boy on the other side of the phone, you quickly changed clothes into something not completely ruined by the muted pigments of your paint, loaded up in your small suv, and you were off.
the delivery of your piece went smoothly, no heckling or disapproving gazes from the wealthy couple, which made your trip to TWILIGHT that much faster. you pushed open the double doors connected to the building in the right wing, clearly labeled ADOPTION.
the smell of roses and lavender was strong in the reception area, the scent was welcoming and calming as you walked up to the front desk.
“y/n!” the dark haired boy behind the computer called, finally rolling away from behind the screen. kang yeosang. “it’s so good to see you!” he exclaimed, eyes scanning your face as he made his way around the counter and pulled you into a soft embrace.
“likewise, yeo! it’s been a while hasn’t it?” you ask rhetorically as you stare up at his daunting height.
“mmm” he hummed with a nod, releasing you. “i’ll let mingi know you’re here.” he called, returning to his place behind the sleek desk, paging mingi, and then proceeding to catch up with you.
the small conversation didn’t last long before a pair of heavy footsteps drug your gaze to the wide staircase, mingi barreling down them.
you braced yourself as the giant scooped you up into a bone crushing embrace, spinning your small frame around in a circle as he let out a happy laugh. your arms snaked around the man’s neck to secure your place and return the hug.
you giggled happily as mingi finally set you down in your original place, looking down at you excitedly. had he gotten taller? impossible. maybe you had shrunk?
after an exchange of excited greetings, mingi gestured to his clipboard before finally asking, “you ready?”
you nodded softly and followed close behind as he guided you down the halls of the adoption center. he gave you the rundown of their center, showing you the wide expanse of spotless rooms sealed in by plexiglass to show the hybrids ready to be rescued. he explained that most hybrids were separated by predator, prey, species, breed, etc. but many were grouped together with their respective packs. the rooms were quite lavish, but not very homey. but what could you expect from an adoption clinic? the point was to find homes.
you passed many show exhibits, watching intently at the small dogs or tall humans sitting in the rooms patiently, playing with one another or napping quietly. you cooed at a few.
“so i asked to see you because i’d love to have your art displayed in our business.” he propositioned, leading you into an empty room as the automatic doors opened and shut behind you. you nodded, heart lurching a bit as you recalled your artist’s block. you shook the thought away as you observed the room. it was large, littered with scattered pieces of nice furniture and random toys. “ideally, i’d love to have your pieces throughout the whole establishment but this is my main concern.” he finished, gesturing to the empty space on the large wall, the one you’re faced with when first entering.
“are you wanting a mural?” you ask, voice now stable and a bit louder.
“i’d like the piece to cover the majority of the wall, but i’d rather have it on canvas if that’s doable. in case it needs to be moved.” he explained as you nodded, taking in rough measurements of the space as mingi explained his vision for the space - effectively helping you circulate a few ideas on what you could create. you accepted his offer as he discussed payment and supplies with you, adding in an extra cost at the large measurement of the canvas you’d need custom made.
the air in the room grew a bit thick at the sound of a small beep, alerting the two of you to another door opening. your skin was now a bit hot and you suddenly became very aware of your surroundings. your fingers tingled a bit. usually a foreign feeling such as the one you were experiencing would send you into a panic, but it didn’t. if anything you felt quite calm as you looked on inquisitively at the distant thump coming toward the two of you.
“ah, it’s look like some of our hybrids are finished with their check ups.” mingi announced as you nodded lazily. he turned to you. “we usually send them into the lounge area for about an hour after routine check ups. helps them calm down.”
suddenly, you could pay no mind to mingi’s words as a black bunny rounded the corner, back foot slapping the tile exceptionally hard every so often as you smiled down at the creature happily. it stopped in it’s tracks as it’s gaze landed upon you, rearing up on it’s back legs, and tilting it’s head innocently as it examined you.
you knelt down to greet him, the bunny immediately approaching you and sniffing your hand before accepting you and nuzzling into you closer. mingi was taken aback as he observed the usually reserved and nervous rabbit.
“hello.” you cooed, stroking the bunny effortlessly, careful to avoid his ears and tail, briefly recalling how sensitive they could be. “what’s your name?” you asked as mingi coughed.
“this is jeongguk, he’s one of our younger hyrbrids. the youngest in his pack.” he told you as you picked the bunny up and set him into your small lap. mingi almost gasped at the interaction between you and the rabbit as you pet him happily.
your trance was interrupted at the light purr and brush of a small calico next to you. you instinctively reach out to pet him, as he rubbed into your hand. “and who might you be?”
“this is jimin, the two are in a pack.” mingi attempted to explain, trying to understand the absence of jimin’s usually protective behavior and unable to tell you the full story before you asked him something he was not expecting.
“and they’re ready to be adopted?” you asked softly, not even looking up at mingi as he stuttered. the idea of adopting a hybrid didn’t seem so far-fetched now at how taken you were with the two animals in your lap. you could handle the bunny and cat, without a doubt.
“y-yes but we only adopt out entire packs together and -”
“of course, i wouldn’t dream of separating them. is there anyway i could meet them properly, as soon as i possible i think -” you interrupt. starting to gush a bit, voice hushed and excitable.
mingi cut you off, “no, y/n. you aren’t listening. they aren’t just a pack of two.” he sighed, as your gaze finally met his. “in fact they aren’t just bunny and calico, they’re pack also includes that of a wolf, black panther, deer, great dane, and tiger… their pack has been hard to adopt out as it’s so rare for such a large mix of predators and prey… but they found each other and experienced a lot together… it was only inevitable. and we can’t separate them, we refuse to. and they won’t leave one another.” he finally finished explaining as your expression fell. you let out a breath. seven hybrids. all male. and three apex predators, at that. the thought of suddenly thrusting seven knew faces - seven new men - into your home was intimidating to say the least.
you looked down at the two animals in your lap, the bunny almost looked cresfallen. gauging your reaction as his big brown eyes stared at you expectantly. as if he knew you’d reject him. mingi continued rambling on about how many adopters had expressed interest in at least one of the pack but were never willing to bring in all seven. it hurt your heart as you watched on the bunny and calico.
the estate your father had left you was empty, though. begging to be occupied. you had more than enough room and were blessed with an untouched inheritance. maybe this is what you should use it for. you had always felt too guilty to spend it. but nothing seemed more right, which was a shocking realization to someone who never thought they’d adobt a hybrid.
“could i meet them? the seven of them? i’d at least want to give them a chance… truthfully, i dont think i can leave them behind.” you admitted softly, the bunny and cat both perked up, ears raised and twitching.
“of course. i can arrange a meeting and speak with them tonight… i’ll gather their files for you to take home tonight. can you make it back in again tomorrow?” mingi asked after a deafening pause of hesitation, mouth hanging agape before coming back into reality.
[3:12 a.m.] ✕ “what’s that?”your small, quaint voice rang softly through johnny’s ears. he barely even heard you but the minute he picked up on your small, high pitched whisper he panicked.
immediately, he shut his computer as quickly as possible - so fast he thought he might have cracked the screen. his free hand immediately slipped away from his place on his bulge that had been growing from the video he’d been watching.
he sat up instantly, face turning a deep shade of red as your small frame scooted to stand closer to his large bed. your head turned inquisitively at his flustered state.
“y/n! how long have you been standing there, angel?” he asked, stuttering slightly as he tried to recover from just how awkward the situation was.
you, of course, didn’t understand. it had been approximately three months since you had revealed yourself to johnny as a literal angel, a guardian angel, in fact. his guardian angel. it took some convincing, but he didn’t need much proof when the large wing tattoos you once had were now replaced with very real, large white ones in the kitchen one morning when you thought he wasn’t home.
it was on accident, you were sent to earth to survery, but after finding johnny the connection was too hard for you to deny. heaven had received radio silence ever since, despite trying to reach you.
before, he always saw you as the soft, quiet girl that he needed to protect. that he wanted to protedt. someone he took in willingly, and maybe his obvious crush on you played into that. obvious to everyone but you. you had no prior knowledge on human customs and interactions, you were simply playing a part. and poorly at that. you were just so innocent and precious, and after meeting the tall boy, you were both indescribably connected.
“i - i don’t know. a - a little while.” your soft voice admitted as he groaned, head falling into his large hands as he rubbed his face in distress. which you could recognize. “i - i heard you groaning - i - i though something might be wrong but then… i got distracted. i’m sorry.” you rambled as johnny looked up at you from his seated position on the bed. just in time to watch you rub your thighs together, a look of discomfort on your face.
he knew you had never experienced something so sexual, as an angel you didn’t need to. your wings fluttered slightly as you finally met his dark eyes again. he was trying not to think about all the ways this situation could play out.
he didn’t think you were home, he knew he should have checked. he had, of course, been thinking of you - your innocent whines, the way he could corrupt you. it was nothing but a sick fantasy, he could never do such a thing to you.
“it’s - it’s okay, angel. i just didn’t think you were home. otherwise, i wouldn’t have…”johnny tried to explain but he didn’t even know where to start so he let the sentence trail away.
“i - can we - is that - is that something humans do for… enjoyment?” you asked softly, trying to find the right words for whatever you wanted to ask him. there was an uncomfortable feeling in between your small thighs that had gathered from listening to johnny’s soft moans and you suddenly wanted to rid yourself of it, despararely.
“i - uhm - yes? it’s, well, sexual pleasure is something humans need, and yes, they partake in it for… enjoyment.”johnny tried to stammer out as his hand went to back of his neck, rubbing incessantly.“i need to -“
you grabbed his large hand as he stood up, height towering over you completely as he gulped, looking down at your small grasp on his wrist. the whole interaction had not calmed him down one bit, and there was still an obvious issue in his pants.
“can we - can we try it? what they were doing?”you asked innocently, curiousity taking over your shy nature as johnny’s eyes almost fell out of his head. in the point you had made yourself known, some random guy was going down on some random girl and the thought of doing those things with you had him stuttering.
“oh, y/n… i don’t - i don’t think it’s a good idea. angels, they’re… pure and… sex… isn’t considered that.” he almost chuckled, thinking his small argument would get him out of this but your grip tightened.
“please, johnny.”you pleaded, suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to please him. and he almost choked at your dainty voice begging and saying his name.“i want to.”
“oh, god, angel, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he said softly, leaning his head back as he tried to steady his breathing.
he thought about all the ways this could go wrong, how you might never regain your position as a guardian in heaven, how you might grow to despise him if you ever changed your mind - but when he finally opened his eyes again and saw your golden orbs staring up at him desperately, skin glowing a yellow hue, and white wings, bright and untouched - he couldn’t resist.
his eyes darkened at bit as he swallowed. “lay back on my bed, angel.” he instructed as he watched your small figure walk the few steps to his bed and you laid your on back.
he stalked over slowly, his demeanor changing completely and the discomfort and heat in your lower belly was growing. you didn’t know why.
he finally let out a jagged breath, standing in front of you. he set his large palms on your thighs, rubbing them up and down before settling his weight between your legs.
his face was now only a mere inch from your own, and you were feeling nervous. which was new.
“can i kiss you, angel?”johnny asked, voice low and gruff as you nodded slowly, staring into his eyes. he took the permission immediately and set his plump lips on your own, the kiss was soft and sweet and you didn’t really know what to do at first but you simply followed the man’s lead.
he groaned a bit, trying not to get carried away as your small hands found his rusty hair. his right hand was travelling up and down your torso now, tracing patterns and groping you slightly. his left head trailed up your body before softly resting around your throat.
for some reason, the feeling sent a jolt through you as you gasped a bit. johnny took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, adding a new challenge for you to learn.
he gauged your reaction from his hand on you throat, testing it slightly as he squeezed a bit and you accidentally let out a small whimper of a moan. you almost stopped him to ask why you had done that, but he was far too caught up in his actions to explain.
he pulled back from you, keeping his hand in place as he smirked down at you and your chest rose and fell with a fire.
“can i take your clothes off?” he asked next, and immediately you nodded. you didn’t possess the embarrassment of nudity that humans did. quickly, he pulled the short, knit tank top off of your torso along with your matching shorts and underwear - leaving you completely bare.
he stared down at you, absolutely enamored by seeing your body like this. he tried to decide where to start but decided to just get to the point.
he slowly crept onto his knees on the floor, hooking your slender legs over his shoulders as he yanked you toward the edge of the bed.
you yelped slightly as he propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “johnny, what are you -” you began to whine before the man licked a large stripe up your throbbing core.
the feeling was so foreign, but so good and you didn’t know what to do. you immediately lost your balance, falling back onto your back as he went to work, lapping his tongue around your folds as you began to whimper uncontrollably.
the noises you were making were loud and relentless, and johnny couldn’t get enough. your body was jerking, hips rolling wildly as you tried to chase some unknown feeling.
suddenly, johnny began to suck harshly at your clit and slipped one slender finger into you, pumping slowly as you let out a loud sob. unable to form any coherent words.
“j-johnny! i -” your tears were spilling out of your eyes now, and your hands were gripping desperately at johnny’s hair, trying to push him away as the feeling building in your lower stomach was too overwhelming. “i - i can’t - i don’t - mmgh!” you moaned and cried loudly.
johnny placed one strong arm over your waist to hold you still, while adding another finger into you, quickening the pace as you cried out loudly. the stretch felt so unfamiliar as the pleasure mixed with the pain. johnny used the hand holding you in place to reach up and grope and massage one of your breasts, rolling your nipple once before the twisting in your stomach became too much.
“what’s - what’s - something’s - mmfh! johnny!” you cried out, finally snapping as you felt the tightness in your core release. the feeling was indescribable and intense, and you were suddenly dripping out of your core as johnny continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you, sucking on your clit as he helped your ride out this high.
your chest was heaving now as you desperately tried to catch your breath, suddenly you felt horribly sensitive and began to whine, scooting away from johnny as he chuckled darkly, finally slipping his fingers out of you as you watched him lick them clean.
the action was confusing, but made your stomach flip. “what - what was that… feeling? i feel, light.”you tried to explain as he laughed lowly at you.
“you had an orgasm. it’s natural. i hope it was enjoyable, angel.” he explained softly as he creeped back over you, hovering as you nodded vigorously.
“can you have one?” you asked innocently as he looked down at you, watching as a few of your wings feathers began to gray and your once golden eyes now were a striking gray. he felt guilty for a second until you linked your arms around his neck, connecting your lips to his.
he groaned in satisfaction as he cawled over you again, placing another hand on your neck as you let out a satisified sigh. but then he pulled away.
“doll, you want to do more? i don’t to push you to far.” johnny asked seriously, searching your now gray eyes that appeared a bit more wild.
“i want to. i want you to feel it, too.”you admitted and he almost lost it. he was painfully hard at this point and was worried to even ask.
“do you want to have sex? i mean, are you sure you want it to be with me?” he asked quickly.
“i can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” you admitted honestly, even if you weren’t entirely certain about what this was. you loved johnny - he was the only reason you knew what love was.
immediately, he connected your lips again, now feverishly and quick as he dipped his tongue into your mouth. you immediately yielded to him and he loved how submissive you were. so obedient.
he pulled back briefly to slip off each article of clothing as your watched him in awe, adoring his godlike figure. which was an accurate statement. the angels had absolutely nothing on him.
you watched carefully as he slipped his boxers off, the large member sprung free and slapped his stomach as he settled his weight atop you once again.
his length was long and thick, the tip already oozing pre-cum as he ground his hips once, letting out a loud moan.
you took his large hand and set it on your throat and he could barely register the action, before lightly squeezing your neck and slamming his lips onto your own, continuing the heated make out session you were just having.
you let some high pitched moans fall freely as his free fingers circled your clit, and you were already ready for him again. finally, he broke away, deciding he should prepare you for what was going to happen.
“y/n, angel, look at me.” he instructed as your eyes fluttered open and stared into his. “you remember when i had my fingers inside of you?” he asked as you nodded softly.
“i’m about to do that again, except it won’t be my fingers.” he continued, looking down at his member as you finally registered. you suddenly got a bit anxious thinking about the stretch of merely his fingers and wondering how painful all of him would be.“is that okay?” he asked sweetly.
you debated for a moment, before agreeing wholeheartedly. you didn’t know much of anything about sex, but you knew you wanted it to be with him.
“it might hurt, and i’ll go slow, but tell me if you want to stop and i will.” he instructed.
“okay.” you finally said sweetly, voice soft and calm as he nodded.
he looked down to align himself with your entrance, barely beginning to ease into your tight hole. the feeling was almost unbearable, especially for an angel who was never supposed to experience this, but you fought your tears and held your breath as he slowly inched in.
finally, he sheathed the head in completely before searching your face.“y/n, breathe, baby.” he instructed as you took slow sleep breaths in tandum with him. he pushed in a bit more, and you almost screamed.
“it hurts so bad.” you admitted as he looked up at your face scrunched in pain, and he immediately halted.“you can keep going though, i’m okay, i promise.”
finally, he got halfway in and you had never felt so full. you thought he was in completely now before finally looking down to where your bodies were connected. tears were trailing your cheeks as johnny kissed them away. “you’re doing so well, baby”
“you can go all the way.” you told him innocently, biting your lips as he finally bottomed out into your tight core. he let out a very loud, lewd moan at the feeling of your damp, wet core around him.
“just let me know when you want me to move, okay?” he managed to croak, trying to control himself as you took a few moments to adjust.
you took some deep breaths before forcing him to look at you again and nodding softly at him. he placed his lips on yours again as he slowly began to rock his hips, swallowing your cries of pain, your nails digging into his biceps before circling your arms around him entirely.
the pain of the stretch was almost too much before you felt the same uncomfortable feeling before mixing in with it. it took a few more torturous thrusts for the sting to almost subside completely, but then your hips involuntarily bucked up to meet his own.
you took his left palm and set it on you neck again, knowing you liked the feeling as johnny rutted himself against you a bit harder, squeezing your neck as you let out choked moan.
“you dont have to hold back anymore. i can take it.” you said softly, your words choppy and choked from the power of his thrusts.
he listened intently, before pulling his hips back and slamming into you at an almost inhuman pace. the sound of his skin slapping your own and your whimper of his name were overwhelming the room.
you wrapped your legs around his waist completely as his grip on your neck tightened a bit and the look of your fucked out expression urged him to go faster.
“look at you, baby. so tiny you can see my dick in you stomach.” he commented lowly, placing a hand on your belly at where it was slightly protuding from the the size of him. you didn’t know why, but the comment sent you into a frenzy as you moaned wildly.
he was grunting like an animal now, plowing into you as if he was going to tear you apart. and for some reason it spurred you on even more.
tears of pleasure were spilling out, and you released a choked whimper every time he thrusted back into you.
“i’m gonna cum, angel.” he admitted, his pace unrelenting as he growled in your ear, choking you further as your insides twisted.
he bit down on your shoulder, and the feeling sent you over the edge with a lewd scream of his name. he tried to break out of your locked legs around his waist but you wouldn’t let him go as his pounding became a bit sloppy.
he shifted his weighted onto his knees, lifting your waist as he drilled down into you even deeper at this new angle. “y/n, i -“ and with a few more powerful ruts, he let go inside of you, thrusting into you each time another stream of cum released.
you were almost incoherent at the pleasure, before his weight collapsed onto you entirely and he wrapped his arms around your body, peppering you with kisses. and you did the same, clinging onto him like a koala.
he began to pull out of you, but you whined.
“i want to stay like this.”
and he’d do anything for you. his angel.
you’re wings were completely black after a month. heaven was now where you stayed in johnny’s arms.
[11:46 PM] the position you were in now was by far your favorite. body sat softly on namjoon’s lap and back pressed against his exposed chest. your small hands trailing the veins on his broad arms as he typed away at his keyboard, completely focused on the songs he was working on, sometimes breaking his gaze away from the blue light to scribble some new words into his notebook.
you sat in a comfortable silence, drifting in and out of sleep at the soft sounds that clouded the studio. sometimes you’d draw or read. sometimes he’d hum lightly and you could feel the vibrations radiating from his chest. the scene was serene, peaceful. your own little heaven.
tonight, namjoon hadn’t slept, he’d been in the studio for around 5 hours now and currently sat in nothing but his grey sweats. having a studio built into the comfort of the home you shared was a nice amenity.
you began to shift around as your hips cramped a bit from staying in the same position for so long. namjoon’s attention instantly broke from his computer at your movement.
“where are you going? don’t go.” he spoke quickly, arm latching around your waist to keep you in place.
“i’m just…” you started to explain, wriggling around like a child as you turned your body to face his chest, circling your legs around his waist and arms behind his back, shoving your head into his neck.
his body rumbled a bit with a deep chuckle as he ran his hand up and down your back soothingly.
“why would i leave?” you asked sleepily, yawning as your eyes finally shut and pushed yourself even further into his warm skin.
“i just didn’t want you to… things - things are easier when you’re here.” he admitted, planting a kiss onto the top of your hair. your skin heated at the confession.
“what do you mean?” you asked softly, voice raspy and low.
“it’s just - i get a lot of ideas when you’re here with me, my best ideas, even. you just - you make things easier… better.” he explained, his sleepy voice was deep in your ear as you smiled softly.
“this is my favorite place to be, joon. i’m not going anywhere.. promise.” you replied, planting a little kiss onto his tanned neck as he stared at you lovingly for a few moments, relaxed, and went back to work.
[12:31 AM] “woooooo!” you cheered happily as you tripped, making your way over to the large couch and flopping onto the cushions.
you wiggled your way over to bestfriend!wooyoungas he smiled down at you giddily, you set your head in his lap as you looked up at his tanned skin.
hongjoong giggled at you as he pulled your legs into his lap, leaving you entirely outstretched on the couch as you laughed. it was safe to say you were a little bit past tipsy, along with the rest of the boys. though tonight, wooyoung had paced himself, which was new.
“you look so gooood with dark hair.” you slurred as the boy carded a hand through your hair and yeosang let out a large cackle from the other side of the room.
you hummed in approval as he played with your hair. “thank you, baby.” he drawled as you yawned cutely.
you reached a hand up and softly trailed a finger down his neck as your drunken state studied his features. he was beautiful. and you were so in love with him. why couldn’t you tell him?
“and you’re beautiful. like, perfect. how do you look like that?” you complimented, chuckling happily as he shivered at your light touches that now ghosted over his lips. hongjoong was laughing at the situation in front of him.
“you’re drunk, princess.” woo commented, looking down at you with stars in his eyes. you never seemed to notice them.
“not that drunk.” you whispered, and the blush on both of your faces deepened.
“you wanna go to bed, baby?” wooyoung suggested as you nodded softly, clinging to the tall boy as he gathered you into his strong arms. you giddily bid the rest of the boys goodnight as wooyoung carried you into his room, your fingers still trailing his features lovingly as he laughed.
you leaned up and pecked his neck lightly before nuzzling into it, his body tensing up a bit at the intimacy of it all. he set you down on the bed, lending you a large shirt and sweatpants as you immediately started changing and he opted to getting you water and crackers.
once he returned, you were changed and tucked safely into his blankets, sobering up a bit as he smiled down at you. you reached out to him as he slipped his shirt off and scooted into bed with you.
he placed his hands on either side of you face and planted a soft kiss on your forehead as you let out a satisfied hum. you wanted this everyday.
he pulled away slowly as his eyes met yours and your mouth was moving before your brain could stop it.
“woo… kiss me.” you whispered softly, searching his eyes as he immediately panicked a bit. you were tipsy. would you remember it?
“y/n… you’re drunk.” wooyoung combatted as to not make you feel uncomfortable.
“i’m not that drunk. i just didn’t have the nerve to say it when i was sober. if you don’t want to that’s -” you began to explain but your words came to an abrupt stop has his lips landed on yours softly.
you kissed him back immediately, lips molding with his and moving in tandem. it was passionate, and sweet, and everything you’d hoped it would be. you set your small hands on his chest delicately, scooting as close as possible to him as he wrapped a strong arm around your waist.
“you better remember this in the morning.” wooyoung commented with a smirk through labored breaths, resting his forehead against yours.
[1:24 AM] you’re small, bruised knuckles lightly knocked against the familiar door of the boys dorms. it was so late, and uncalled for - but you didn’t know where else to go.
there were resounding footsteps that followed the small noise, mingi almost instantaneously knew it had to be you on the other side as he rushed to answer.
“i got it!” he called to the other boys as he swung the door open, looking down at your broken frame. your cheeks were tear-stained and you had a small, yellow bag thrown over your shoulder.
“mingi.” you called half-heartedly, trying not to break down again as he instantly pulled you inside, shutting the door and locking it. your bag fell from your shoulder with a thud on the floor as the larger boy instantly slotted his hands under your arms, lifting you up to cradle you like a child.
“y/n, baby, what’s wrong? what happened?” he asked as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. you shoved your face into his neck and shook your head. you felt pathetic and burdensome after the debacle with your family.
mingi’s prior chaotic and carefree tone was replaced with a concerned one as he hushed your little sobs.
“what’s going on? y/n?” yunho’s deep voice now met your ears as mingi looked at him sadly. mouthing and i dont know to the blue haired boy.
instantly, yunho wrapped his arms around you from the back as you giggled softly.
“i can’t go home.” you muttered pathetically, now hongjoong, yeosang, jongho, san, seonghwa and wooyoung had now entered, looking on you with worried eyes and handing out soft touches.
“you can stay for as long as you need to. forever, if you want.” yeosang commented sweetly as you finally pulled your head from the crook of mingi’s neck, slowly detaching yourself from him as yeosang pulled you into his arms with ease.
you giggled a bit at his offer as he held you tightly, san was rubbing a comforting hand up and down your back.
“y/n, what happened to your hand?” seonghwa asked as he pulled your bruised knuckles into his hand, stroking softly. yeosang walked you over to large sectional as all the boys crowed around affectionately.
sitting down as you shoved your head into yeosang’s chest in sad embarrassment, he let out a small chuckled.
“i… punched a wall.” you admitted, blushing as the boys immediately began to erupt in small jokes and sarcastic comments as to lift your spirits. you really might have to stay forever.
[6:37 AM] “noooo!” you groaned groggily, face smushing deeper into mingi’s chest. the giant groaned loudly as the light in his room pierced your eyes and awakened you both.
he took the moment to roll you both over, circling his arms around your waist and laying his head atop your chest.
“you guys have to wake up!” a sleepy hongjoong orders as you finally pry your eyes open. the sleepover was impromptu and the boys had shown up at your apartment to steal you away to the dorms the night before. they played a game of rock, paper, scissors to see who’s room you slept in - surprisingly, yunho didn’t win.
“joongiieee.” your small voice pouted, mingi squeezed you into him tighter at your cute voice, his face blushing. you slowly untangled your fingers from his hair to make grabby hands at the boy in the doorway.
he couldn’t help but smile at how tiny you seemed under the larger boy, even tinier than him, and he shuffled happily toward you. mingi then rolled over to figure out why you had realesed him, observing the situation just as hongjoong reached out to pull you out of bed.
the moment his soft hands met yours, you yanked as hard as you could - exerting any and all energy you had mustered up since waking up so abruptly. his weight landed on top of you and you locked your embrace around him.
“wanna cuddle.” you whined as hongjoong giggled profusely, pulling his weight up to look down at you. his face was so close to yours, eyes glassy and blinking slowly as he brushed his fingers through your hair.
“y/n, baby, we gotta get ready for the day.” hongjoong whispered, but his body fell to your right, mingi on your left, arms tightening around your waist. his words said one thing but his sleepy body said another.
you turned to face him, shoving your head into his chest and clinging to him like a koala, legs entertwining as he gladly welcomed you. mingi sleepily attached his arms around you from behind.
“a little bit longer.” you whispered, placing a gentle kiss on hongjoong’s neck and he most definitely couldn’t say no to that. it wasn’t until a sleepy san busted in thirty minutes later, and the process repeated as he tried to wake you all up once, gave up, and then threw himself atop the three of you.
[9:47 PM] today had been exceptionally shitty. atop waking up late to any empty bed, spilling coffee on your favorite shirt, and having to stay 3 hours late at work - you didn’t see boyfriend!sanas youfinally managed to open the door of your shared apartment - dropping your keys twice before succeeding.
your small frame slumped forward a bit in disappointment, though you figured the man was staying late to practice or write. which he tended to do a lot. and you encouraged him.
begrudgingly, you slipped your shoes off at the door you threw your things onto the small entry table. you slowly made your way to the large bathroom connected to your bedroom.
the faint smell of cinnamon and roses met your nostrils as you eased closer to the cracked door, a small gasp falling from your lips at the sight.
the bathroom was glowing in the soft dim of red cinnamon candles (something you had offhandedly commented on after picking up the small tower of wax at target once, you never knew san had noticed it, you weren’t even together at the time), the large tub was running and decorated in soft yellow and lilac petals (san knew you didn’t like red roses), and the small speaker was softly playing the playlist the two of you had made together.
your vision was suddenly foggy with tears, and you couldn’t stop the salty trails making their way down your face. even if you tried. you hugged the big beige cardigan of san’s around your small frame as you sobbed quietly. no haphazard string of words could even begin to describe how in love with san you truly were.
sweet night softly began to play and it made you crack a happy grin. you had shown him to soft tune when you were only best friends, secretly pining after the other. stealing glances and soft touches.
it was playing when he confessed to you at some ungodly hour in the morning, you were a bit tipsy and affectionate, begging him to dance with you in the kitchen dorms. it was too cliché for mingi to even try and comprehend. he rolled his eyes everytime san tried to tell the story.
“oh! y/n!” san’s melodic voice called out as he saw you standing in the middle of the bathroom. quickly he set down the wine and two glasses he had been searching for. “i didn’t think you’d be home for another half hour, i wanted to surprise you.” he finished softly, before seeing your body shudder slightly.
immediately, he circled around your frame to find your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes.
“doll, what’s wrong? what happened?” he asked frantically, softly wiping your tears away as you giggled a bit, sniffling like a child. he bent down to meet your face, eyes still blown with concern.
“n - nothing. everything’s perfect… you’re perfect… i’m so in love with you, san. i - i just am overwhelmed with how lucky i am.” you finally managed to stutter out as his face blushed a bit and your carded a small hand through his blonde hair.
“when you texted me telling me you’d be home late, i figured you’d had a pretty shit day.” he whispered softly, planting a soft peck onto your lips. you were blown away by how intune the two of you were with each other. left speechless. “c’mon, love.”
delicately, he peeled off his beige cardigan from your body, followed by your coffee stained shirt, and then finally the harem trousers. you lazily helped him pull his tee shirt and sweatpants off as he stared at your bare form lovingly.
he guided you to the tub, helping you in before before pouring you both a glass of the wine you liked. it tasted like sparkling grape juice. he knew you couldn’t bear the taste of bitter wines.
you watched him intently, how precise and delicate he was. occasionally mentioning something ridiculous wooyoung had done in practice or cracking a small joke in order to hear you giggle.
he finally made his way into the warm water with you, handing you a glass and smiling fondly. “thank you, san.” you said genuinely, taking a drink and letting your tired eyes blink hazily.
“you don’t have to thank me for a thing, angel.” he said, voice low and raspy with exhaustion. “here, come here.” he demanded, placing his large hands on your biceps before softly turning you figure and pulling you to rest your back against his toned chest.
you shut your eyes in bliss as he went to work massaging shampoo into your scalp and following each step of your skincare routine flawlessly. that was something that tended to go unnoticed with many when it came to san. he payed attention. to anything and everything. every little detail.
if he had seen you cringe at the taste of eggs, or heard you off handedly make a comment about your favorite color. he’d remember. no matter how big or small. it was one of his greatest features.
after he finished cleaning you, and you took the time begging to wash his hair as well, you both were now three glasses in and a giggling, heart-eyed mess.
“i want to marry you.” you had blurted through giggles, completely serious, as the male sobered up a bit. waiting for you to continue. “i - i mean, that’s not a proposal - unless you want it to be. b - but i just wanted you to know… there’s - there’s no one else that i could ever imagine spending the rest of this life with, or the next, or the one after that… i only want you.” you stuttered seriously as san’s face straightened a bit at your blatant honesty. of course, he wanted to marry you. he’d had a ring since two weeks after you had gotten together. “no matter where, who or what we are, you’re the only one i’ll ever want.”
san wasn’t usually one to go quiet, to be at a loss for words. it was his job to fluster you, but now he was staring at you with flushed cheeks and a heart about to jump out of his chest and the only thing he could think to do was card his hands through you wet hair and powerfully plant his lips on your.
the kiss was hard and passionate, and the initial force caused you to spill a bit of your wine as you chuckled a bit into the kiss. you managed to set your glass down without breaking it as san attacked you lips, his chest heaving as he refused to come up for air as your hands laid on his chest.
“god, i’m so in love with you.” he finally managed to say through heavy breaths, resting his forehead on your own as he finally pulled away. you smiled brightly - having trouble understanding how all of this was real.
“don’t worry, doll. you’ll get that proposal. and it will be dramatic, and poetic, and cliché, and mingi will roll his eyes whenever we tell the story.” san promised, as you giggled happily, wrapping your legs around his waist as you placed yourself onto his lap, pulling him in for another kiss - satisifed with his promise.
note : (in progress i didn’t mean to post this yet im just dumb)
“Jin is asking that, if there 8… except you… so, in total 9… what happens?” Namjoon asked James Corden after Jin spoke up, wanting to know how the car would function if there were more people and not enough room.
“Well, this would happen, I suppose.” James responded smoothly turn the wheel as though he was pulling over, just as you were escorted out of the building and toward the large Black SUV.
A few months back the producing of The Late Late Show had reached out to by e-mail, essentially saying you had won a contest but that you couldn’t know anything about it. You met with the production, signed a lot of release form and agreed to stay off of socials and to refrain from researching anything about the show.
You had entered a ridiculous amount of sweepstakes for various artists so it wasn’t odd that they had you information, but after signing all the papers you did question your sanity for agreeing so quickly to be blindfolded and escorted to a random location for James Corden… you truly had a death wish, didn’t you?
All the boy in the car immediately oo’d and aw’d at the surprise fan encounter, of course they knew about the ploy. Jimin even agreed to let the licky fan sit on his lap for the filming of Carpool Karaoke.
They all immediately went dead silent as the door swung open.
“Holy shit, oh my god, are you putting me in a car? What is happening?” You said, sarcasm laced in your voice as you tried to calm your nerves with some human, and both James and Namjoon tried to strifle their laughter as two producers helped you into the car and promptly set you onto someone’s lap. “Wait, am I getting kidnapped, right now? Who the hell am I sitting on?”
At that, James finally let out a snort as you whipped your head around toward the noise. “James, I trusted you cause you’re famous and I figured you wouldn’t need a kidnapping scandal but I am… afraid.”
This made him laugh even hard, and Jimin and Hoseok exchanged a funny glance before all the boys looked at each other incredulously, trying not to make any noise.
“Y/N, you not being kidnapped. Well, not exactly - I have a surprise for you.” He admitted you gulped and your cheeks heated up, Jimin watched with a smile. He instantly thought you were a cutie.
They all took the time while you were clueless to observe you. You had on a black wrap around coat, with a matching bralette, decorated in chains and dangling earrings. You looked good, dressed to impress.
You had on an abundance of rings, and your previously natural hair had recently been bleach and was now a platinum blonde. The exposed skin showed a few scattered tattoos, and it was honestly making Jimin a bit nervous.
“Take your blindfold off!” James exclaimed as you immediately pulled the fahric to reveal seven very familiar faces smiling back at you, and you quickly became conscious of your weight on Park Jimin.
“Wait, what the fuck?” You laughed out in shock as as Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist in a tight hug and they all immediately started giggling at you, beaming brightly. “Sorry! I keep cursing!” You caught yourself, too frazzled to stop as you directed you apology to James as he just laughed.
“I take it you know who these boys are?” He asked as you let out a nervous.
“Uhhh, sure do.” You admitted, finally collecting yourzself and trying to wrap your nerves up.
“I’m Y/N!” You introduced, sticking a hand to Jimin as he shook it delicately.
“Jimin.” He said with a smile, pointing to your eyes as you looked down at him directly, his height meeting yours even as you were atop his lap, confirming just how short you were. “I like your - uh - make up!” He complimented, finding the words as you thanked him and he adored to assorment of yellows and pinks on your eyes.
You reached back and shook hands with Jin, Yoong, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook, and then finally Namjoon as you leaned around his seat and he shook your hand firmly, looking down at you with a smile. They were a bit taken back that there wasn’t mkre screaming, or tears even.
“How’re you feeling, dear? Alright?” James asked as he looked between you and the road, laughing.
“I’m.. fantastic - shit, I’m nervous.” You admitted as he laughed even harder and the boys followed as you scanned the group.
“So, you’re the lucky ticket we pulled BTS’s show this weekend - so - I have a very important question for you.” James spoke, as you breath finally evened, Jimin still had a tight hold on you as you tried to ignore it.
“I can’t believe I couldn’t peace this all together, but, shoot!” You responded, trying to play it all cool as possible.
“Who is.. your BTS bias?” He asked dramatically as you rolled your eyes, immediately placing your hands over your face as his burned red.
“Nooooo! Don’t make me pick favorites! Not now!” You argued as the car erupted in laughter and you shook your head.
“If you had to choose a bias, life of death, who’s the first person that comes to mind?” James asked as all the boys leaned in, anticipating your answer.
“Better be Worldwide Handsome!” Jin spoke up as the 9 of you laughed even hard and you started to refuse to answer.
“3… 2.. 1! Answer, Y/N!” James shouted as you laughed.
“Namjoon!” You shouted, as the boys screamed, Namjoon practically jumping out of his seat and cheering at your answer as you giggled at his reaction.
“Aha - worldwide funny girl!” Jin commented next, shaking his head sarcastically at the fact that you hadn’t said him. You laughed even hard at that.
“Namjoon! Really? Wonderful!” James laughed out as Namjoon sent you a broad grin that your returned.
Summary: Y/N finds a sweet dog on her way home from getting Sam, Dean, Jack, and herself food. The dog inspires an unexpected confession.
I came barreling into the bunker as the large brown dog pulled me roughly into the door.
“What the hell is that?” I heard Dean’s grough voice exclaim as I came into the default living room where Jack was sitting quitely on the couch, soft face shoved in a book, and Sam at the large table, face illuminated by the screen of his laptop.
“It’s a dog!” I exclaimed happily, as I slipped Jack’s tan patterned jacket off my small frame, pulling down my cropped sweater as it revealed part of my torso. I had gone out simply to pick up food for the family, but the poor boy was sitting all alone in the snow, shaking and crying.
“Well I can see that, Y/N! What the hell is it doing in the bunker?” Dean asked incredulously as he stood up.
“I found it.” I said innocently, as I sat on the floor in front of the bloodhound. “I named him Blu…” I admitted softly as Dean rolled his eyes, looking to Sam for some help but he just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, returning to his research.
“I thought about naming him Jack, but I figured that would get too confusing.” I joked lightly as Jack’s features shifted happily at the idea that’d I’d name the foreign creature after him.
“What.. um, what is that?” Jack asked softly. He had now risen from his spot on the couch and stood a few feet away, curious and giddy.
It was nice to have another kid around my age in the bunker, and I can remember clearly the first time we’d met. Something about him was irresistible - like their was this intangible magnet pulling the two of us together - and he had very quickly become someone I could confide in. And someone who I grew to care about deeply, so much so, that I’d developed an incurable crush on him. He was so sweet, and curious, and open minded. The minute he was introduced to any sort of affection he was constantly sharing it with me. He held my hand when we watched movies, and hugged me at any possible chance, and had recently been introduced to cuddling when he rushed into my room after a loud nightmare. I was pretty positive Sam had caught on to my feelings for Jack but I’d never say it out loud. I wasn’t here to overwhelm Jack, especially with romance.
“It’s a dog, Jack. Here. Come pet him. He’s really sweet.” I promised as he approached it before Blu turned to him, jumping happily at his presence. Jack laughed innocently before plopping down next to me and petting the dog eagerly.
“Y/N, we cannot have a dog!” Dean argued.
“Why not?” Jack asked simply as we both looked at him pleadingly, before he let out a huff and threw his arms up in defeat.
“Whatever, but I’m not dealing with it’s crap! Did you at least get the food?” Dean announced, not knowing 3 weeks later he’d be asking if Blu could stay with him and singing to the dog quietly as he bathed him.
“Yes, double bacon cheeseburger, Sam’s grilled chicken, and Jack and I’s chicken strips are all in the bag… And I’ll take care of him, I promise.” I said softly as Jack and I exchanged a happy glance.
“I will too.” Jack agreed, placing his hand on mine briefly. I smiled at his glowing face before repsonding.
“Thank you, Jack. Let’s go show him around.” I suggested as he jumped up quickly, offering me his soft hands as I grabbed them and he pulled me off of the hard floor.
As soon we entered the hallway, his hand grabbed mine loosely. He narrated the entire tour of the bunker to Blu, addressing him by the name until he finally started to respond to it. One we had circled back it was pretty late, and the bunker had grown quiet.
“We can all stay in my room, if you want to.” I suggested as Jack agreed happy and eagerly.
“Yes! Yes… I would like that very much.” He admitted as I smiled and led them back to my room.
After we had all gotten situated for the night, Blu sat peacefully at the foot of the bed, Jack was sitting with his legs still placed firmly on the floor. His hand was stroking the dog softly as I approached the bed, sitting next to him.
“You know,” He said softly, grabbing my attention as I looked up at him, crossing my legs before he continued, “You bringing this creature home made me want to tell you something.” He admitted, shifting slightly to look at me, his mouth dressed in a lopsided smile.
“I see how much you care. About… well - about everything.” He started softly, stuttering here and there. “About me, Castiel, Sam, and Dean… And Sam told me about love, and - and how there different kinds of love. And when I brought you up - and told him how I feel when I’m around you, he told me about romantic love. And - he told me to tell you exactly what I told him.” He finished, looking at me curiously. I could feel my face hot and pink, as I tried to steady my breathing and heartbeat as he spoke. The idea of Jack talking to Sam about me and seeking advice left my head spinning - in a good way.
“Oh - o-okay. What did you tell him?” I managed to ask softly, looking down at my hands before he grabbed them with his own.
“Well, whenever I am around you my face hurts because I smile so much. Y-you make my stomach turn and my face hot. I, um, what’s the word when you want to see someone but they aren’t there?” He asked innocently, eyebrows knit together as his eyes met mine.
“Um, when you - when you miss someone?” I asked, a small smile creeping onto my face at his question. Instantly, his face lit up at the answer.
“Yes! I seem to miss you terribly when you aren’t around and I think about you a lot and how you’re laugh makes me feel very happy, and how I want to protect you and how much I love to hold your hands. I love to watch you tease Dean and how loving you are to him and Sam, I like seeing the look on your face when they come back from a hunt and how much you care. You make me laugh, and you teach me new things, and how to deal with them. You’re just… extraordinary… And I wanted you to know.” Jack finally finished, taking a deep breath as his shoulders lifted and fell, looking at me happily and innocent.
I could feel my eyes burn slightly with sweet tears but I wouldn’t let them fall. I was a hopeless romantic, but I know the minute he saw me cry he’d think he had done something wrong.
“Jack…” I began, not even knowing where to start. I could find words to equal his speech, or to even tell him how much I adored him. I loved him, I was crazy about him, but I never thought that he would ever reciprocate, or know what it meant.
Without thinking, I pulled myself up slightly, placing my hands on his porcelain cheeks, and placed my lips onto his own.
The kiss was simple, and short, but boy was it intense all the same. I’d never kissed anyone before, and I was almost positive Jack hadn’t either, so we were both winging it. But the experience was definitely nice. When I pulled away, he looked at me with a giddy smile.
“I… really like you, Jack. In a romantic way.” I admitted softly as we both smiled. His large hand resting softly on the small of my back, mine loosely on his neck.
“You do?” He asked happily, reciting to me what Sam had told him about reciprocation of feelings. I nodded happily.
“Can - Can I kiss you again?” He asked sheepishly. “Your lips are very soft, I imagined they would be after I watched that Love, Actually movie with you and thought about kissing you like they had -“
“Yes, Jack. You can kiss me again.” I laughed as he faced me completely, smashing his lips on to my own again. I could feel him smile into it before we separated again.
“I enjoy kissing you.” He admitted as I giggled lightly.
“I enjoy kissing you, too.” I said shyly before flopping backwards onto the inner side of my bed.
“Dean is gonna kill me.” I whispered to myself, before Jack repeated my actions, laying next to me and staring at my face.
“Can we cuddle?” He asked innocently as I nodded happily, wrapping my arms around him tightly as he turned his back to me. I kissed his neck lightly before smiling to myself, Blu snuggling in between our legs, and as I drifted off to sleep - I didn’t care what Dean would say about it tomorrow.
Summary: After you and Tom have a lovely night, spending hours talking in a small diner, a storm rolls around. After a dance in the rain, things heat up.
Prompt: “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”
Warnings: smut!, unprotected sex!
Inspired by the movie Midnight in Paris
(i have never written something like this, i know it sucks. i’m so sorry. i promise i’ll get better)
“So.” You began as you looked up at the handsome man in front of you. “I feel like you know so much about me and you’re still quite a mystery… What brought you to Paris?”
Tom chuckled under his breath before answering, “Well, I moved here two years, I’m uh -“ He started before laughing lightly at himself. “I’m actually a writer.”
“No way!” You gawked, smiling happily before he continued you, laughing at the irony.
“Mhm, I uh, moved here to find some… inspiration, I suppose.. And I think I’ve finally found it.” He admitted as he looked up at you in adoration, causing you to blush.
You opened your mouth to speak but before you could a loud crash of thunder interrupted you as rain began to pour down wildly.
You gasped excitedly, standing up out of the booth and looking at Tom expectantly.
“C’mon.” You urged, grabbing his large hand.
“What - What are we doing?” He asked, stifling a low chuckle.
“I want to feel the rain.” You admitted, running out of the diner into the cold rain.
“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” Tom asked in disbelief as he watched you lovingly, the rain drenching the both of you.
“Yes!” You said happily as the water drenched you. You spun around in a circle, inviting him to join you in the street. He wasted no time in grabbing your small hands and guiding you down the street in a dance, causing both of you to erupt in laughter.
“I’ve never felt so… happy.” You admitted, unable to find a more proper word as Tom looked down at you, a grin creeping onto his flawless face.
His tall frame had to bend a bit to reach, but in an instant his soft lips were on yours. He wrapped both of his slender arms entirely around your waste as your hands tangled their way into his hair that had been curled from the rain.
Tom tried desperately to pull you closer to his body as your lips moved in sync. Eventually, you both pulled away, gasping for breath as the rain poured down your skin, glistening in your eyelashes.
Tom leaned his forehead against your own, shutting his eyes momentarily to catch his breath. “This is, um - this is actually my loft.” He said softly, as you turned around to see the complex behind you, giggling to your self. “Would you, um - would you like to come in? Dry off?” He asked lowly, and seductively. You turned around slowly, giving a small but fervent nod in agreeance.
Tom walked past you slightly to unlock his door, turning back to you to make sure that you were positive as you both laughed at how you had purposely chosen to be drenced by the rain.
Both of you had the same idea of how you wanted the night to end, but would never speak it aloud.
Tom pointed you to his bathroom and as you made your way over, you knew it was time to be courageous. If not now, than when?
You turned back to look at him slightly as he slid his now see through white button up, off over his head. You adored him for a minute before abandoning all reason and stalking over to him.
As you grabbed the zipper of your dress, you pulled it all the way down as the fabric slid off of your body and hit the floor.
Tom stared at your exposed body in pure adoration before speaking.
“(Y/N).” He said softly, in almost a moan as you looked up at him, giving him permission.
And with that single look he placed his hands on your jaw and pulled you toward him, smashing his lips into yours once again.
This time the kiss was eratic and heated. You immediately allowed his tongue entrance, your heads moving to accommodate the other.
Tom’s fingertips traveled down your bare back softly, before he pushed you back on his large bed, the comforter aloof under you as he connected your lips again.
You could feel him hardening as his body grinded in between your legs. You moaned loudly, causing Tom to pull away and smile down at you, a blush evident on your face.
Tom inched back slowly kissing every inch of you lovingly, his hands dragging down your body, until his fingers hooked into your panties, dragging them down your legs.
He was now staring up at you from your parted legs, smiling deviously as he kissed up you left thigh at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Tom, please.” You groaned out as he chuckled, looking back up at you briefly before crawling over you.
He connected your lips again, desperately, as he began grinding into you at a quick pace. As his lips found your neck, nibbling and sucking, you tugged at his belt before he took his free hand and slid his pants down. You could see from one glance that he was extremely large, undoubtedly the biggest you’d ever had.
He pulled the blanket over the two of you before entering you all at once. You arched your back in pleasure, yelling out incoherent words, your hands connecting with his bare back.
Tom immediately began to work a relentless pace, causing you to moan loudly.
“Yes - Tom.” You moaned out, your breath hitched in your throat as he disconnected from your neck, growling next to your ear in pleasure.
“Harder.” You groaned, your voice changing pitch as he pulled out completely and slammed back into you, causing you to scream out his name.
“Darling, I have neighbors.” Tom warned through a seductive chuckle as he began to pound into you, getting quicker just when you thought it was impossible.
Tom wrapped one of his arms around your back, taking his free arm to prop one leg up on his shoulder as he pounded into you again.
You gasped loudly at the new wave of euphoria that was sent throughout your body when he relentlessly hit a certain spot.
“Yes, please! Keep going!” You moaned out, not sure how much longer you would last.
Your body was jerking violently as Tom continued to pound into you. The sound of your labored moans and skin slapping together was overwhelming.
As Tom let out another throaty groan, you came unexpectedly, and as Tom continued to thrust into you he finally released inside of you, crashing down to kiss you passionately.
You both were breathing heavily, and your hearts were beating at an alarming rate. That was the best sex either of you had ever had.
You looked over at him and in an instant the bliss was replaced with a petrified look.
“Oh my -“ He began as he looked at you in shock.
“I’m on the pill.” You said, laughing lightly as he fell on to his back.
You looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm your nerves before you could feel his eyes burning into your skin.
You turned your head toward him, giving him a small, genuine smile as he kissed you gently.
“God, I’m so happy I met you.” He admitted in a whisper, before you fell asleep comfortably in his arms.
Question: Hey I just really really really loved midnight in Paris, it’s one of my favourite films and I kind of freaked before during and after reading it, it’s just so perfect. Anyways thanks for writing it, and don’t stop writing cause you’re awesome💗
these messages are so sweet. thank you so much. when i first posted i didn’t think anyone would see it, but knowing that people actually enjoy what i write is really motivating me to do more. thank you so much !! im glad you liked it! 💕
Question: Okay, I loved “Midnight in Paris”, you have no idea! And I really saw myself in the reader! I started reading and I thought “Oh my god, this is so so me”. Well, just wanted to say that was perfect, and as soon as I have ideas for requests I’m going to ask you to write something. Love the way you write! Sorry for the bad English it’s not my first language 💖
wow… this means so much to me. thank you so much. i appreciate it more than you know. ♥️♥️♥️
Summary: During a spontaneous trip to Paris, you run into a facinating stranger who invites you to a traditional event.
Prompt: “A milkshake with two straws? How romantic!”
Inspired by the movie Midnight in Paris
You had planned a spontaneous trip to Paris, you needed a getaway and you figured spending a month in one of your dream homes would be the perfect relief.
Walking the streets at night, adoring the all of the art and architecture had become a hobby in your first few days. You were drawn to the way the lights illuminated the city and you were always discovering something new, meeting someone new.
“Are you lost?” You heard a deep English accent ask as you turned your head to look up at a tall, slender man. He had dirty blonde hair, and his eyes were a piercing shade of blue.
“Trying to be.” You replied as he cocked his head at you with a grin, causing you to smirk.
“Uh - I’m Tom.” He introduced sweetly, sticking out his large hand for you to shake.
“(Y/N).” You replied softly, taking his hand in your own.
“Would you like a tour guide?” He asked genuinely, looking down at you. You thought about the risks of traveling Paris with a stranger, but any doubt was lost when you look back up at his small smile.
“Show me all the novelties of Paris.” You agreed cheerily as the two of you began to walk side by side. You listened intently as he told you the history of different monuments and buildings, you had been walking around for about an hour when the conversation shifted.
“So, what brought you to Paris?” He asked in a serious tone, looking over to you, interested in your response.
“I - well, I always told myself that I’d study abroad and then move here. I’m fluent in French and the place has always… Intrigued me? I suppose? And, to be quite frank, I needed to get away.” You admitted softly, looking at your feet.
“What from? If, you don’t mind me asking?” Tom asked carefully, making sure not to overstep.
“I, uh, just lost my Dad…” You answered honestly after some hesitation, almost unable to conceal anything from the man. Something intangible made you trust him. “He - he was very dedicated to his French heritage and was set on bring me here one day, but he never got to.”
“I’m - wow - I’m so sorry.” He said genuinely as you looked up at him.
“You would’ve liked one another, he was so outgoing and friendly, and he knew everything about France.” You joked, nudging his side lightly as he chuckled.
“Well, I’m honored.” He said as he looked from you to the ground. “Oh! Look!” Tom suddenly became excited as he grabbed your hand gently and pulled you toward a calm bar.
“This was a hotspot during the 20’s. The Fitzgerald’s threw a multitude of parties here!” Tom said happily as he opened the door to guide you inside, placing a large hand on the small of your back. You pulled the strap up on your fitted tank top before shoving your small hands into the pockets of your high-waisted shorts.
“Zelda and - and Scott Fitzgerald?” You asked in disbelief, Tom nodding with a giddy smile as you gawked at the beauty of the bar. Despite the obvious modernization it still held a vey Art Deco style. “Their story makes me so sad.” You admitted as you looked away from the gold accents.
“All of the biographies, and documentaries paint them as this couple, in a constant state of drunkenness and partying, they don’t say much about Zelda, except for that she was this wild flapper and didn’t marry Scott until after he was successful. And yes, I know that that was very true, but I mean, c’mon! The man was a genius and there had to be some very real connection for them to always stay together, even after she was hospitalized and slept with another man, right?” You asked, sitting in front of Tom in one of the booths.
“I believe that that’s a very like possibility.” Tom agreed with a grin, intrigued by how fascinated you were with the couple.
“I don’t know, I mean, those things would be a dealbreaker for me. But he always stuck by her, and in a sense, she stuck by him..” You said softly as he urged you to go on. “I remember when I read The Great Gatsby in High School and our teacher asked why he used just such a simple word. Great. And someone made a comment on how people worshipped celebrities and called them great for no reason. But, isn’t it about what those people offered to society through different art forms? I mean - that’s what made F. Scott Fitzgerald great: his writing, and how devoted he was to it, despite his mistakes, he was brilliant… They just both died so young, I wish he would’ve been able to live his success and see how he’s impacted the world.” You rambled on as Tom listened intently, never interrupting you, encouraging you to continue. “Sorry, they just, intrigue me. And I love the 20s.” You admitted as he chuckled, shooing your apology.
“No, I agree with you. I loved your.. speech.” He said genuinely as you blushed. “But, that reminds me, this Friday the bar is hosting an event called Jazz Age. Those from the town come together and dress as some of the well remembered people or just find attire from the 20s and dance the night away.” Tom explained wistfully as the two of you held eye contact. “Will you come?” He asked hopefully as you smiled brightly.
“I’d love to.” You answered happily.
“Fantastic.” He responded as you fell silent and just looked at one another, feeling shocked that you’d met. You two had spent the last four hours together but you both felt as though you’d known each other for years.
After leaving the bar, Tom offered to walk you back to your hotel and you agreed. Your conversation never stopped and you told him all about your Art Studies and your dream to be an actress before you finally reached your destination.
“This is where we part ways.” You whispered softly as Tom stopped in front of you, looking down as the shadow of a grin appeared.
“It was lovely to meet you, (Y/N).” He said softly, his accent having a hypnotic effect on you.
Tom leaned down to meet your short frame and plant a kiss on your cheek. As he pulled away he stopped in front of your face, eyes searching yours for permission. As you granted it he smashed his lips onto yours.
The kiss left you immediately breathless as he cupped your face with his hands, your body pressed against his as you rested your hands gently on his waist.
It ended all too soon as you pulled away slightly, both of your lips were parted as he rested his forehead atop yours. You formed a small smile before speaking.
“I can’t invite you up.” You said seriously, finishing with a giggle as he chuckled lightly. You had only just met.
“I don’t want you to.” He said as you both laughed lightly before he pulled away completely.
“Goodnight, (Y/N).” He whispered, still trying to wrap his mind around what just happened. Wondering how he could be so connected to you.
“Goodnight, Tom.” You said under your breath as he began to walk away, letting a smile grow widely on your face.
The two of you spent almost the entire week leading up into Friday together, and when you weren’t together, you managed to find all the pieces for your costume.
You looked over your outfit once more. The dress made you feel like you could do anything, and your hair was styled in big short curls. You had on red lipstick and you hoped Tom would be able to connect the pieces as to who you were.
You finally made it to the bar, already you could hear the cheers and music from around the block. You opened the door and stepped inside before almost immediately spotting Tom.
He had his hair in some traditional 20s waves and was dressed in a black suit with a black bow tie.
“Well, well, well… If it isn’t the first American flapper everyone!” Tom announced loudly as you blushed, the crowd seemed to be familiar with Tom. “My lovely, darling, sweetheart, Mrs. Zelda Fitzgerald.” He finished in his best Minnesota accent, the way his voice changed made you gawk and the crowd cheered, causing you to laugh as he gripped your gloved hand and spun you around.
“Well, if it isn’t my dashing, handsome husband, Scott Fitzgerald.” You said where only he could hear you as the two of you smiled to one another.
Tom laughed heartily before speaking, “Here I want you to meet some fellow friends!” He said joyously, lacing your fingers together and dragging you through.
“Chris!” He shouted as the man turned around, smiling happily at Tom, sharing a hug with him.
“Tom! Oh, I mean - Scott!” He laughed wildly. “And let me guess, Zelda?” He asked happily as you laughed, well aware that he’d had a few drinks.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Tom said, wrapping and arm around you and pulling you close to him.
“Let me guess.. Hemmingway?” You inquired as Chris smirked.
“She’s good!” He said to Tom before he stuck his hand toward you. “You must be (Y/N)!” Chris yelled over the music as you nodded, shaking his hand.
Tom pulled you all around the bar as you both happily danced and sang, the feeling of being able to let loose, especially with Tom, was somewhat euphoric.
“I haven’t ever had an evening quite like this.” You admitted after Tom had grabbed you to dance with him, the music shifting to something much slower.
“I’m glad I could provide you with it.” Tom responded softly as you swayed, laying your head on his chest.
“Would you - would you want to go somewhere more quiet?” Tom asked hesitantly, as if you’d reject his offer.
“Yeah, yes. Let’s.” You agreed as you grabbed your things, smiling childishly at the idea of roaming Paris as Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald for the night.
“You said you wanted to see the novelties, right?” He asked excitedly as he grabbed your hand, and pulled you down the street before arriving at a diner, illuminated by fluorescent lights and the decor was straight out of the 80s. You gawked at it, not knowing how many time periods Paris had been clinging on to.
He got the two of you a booth before he ordered you a large vanilla milkshake. The waiter brought it back, two red straw peeking out of the treat.
“Well, have you two come from Jazz Age?” He asked in perfect English, a thick French accent overlaying the words.
“Why, yes.” Tom answered, his original accent was once again masked.
“Enjoy your shake… Zelda and Scott?” He said nicely, in almost as question as you both nodded your heads and laughed, thanking him.
“A milkshake with two straws? How romantic!” You commented sarcastically as the waiter left. Tom chuckled, looking down at his lap as he blushed. “Did you plan this?” You teased, referring to the straws and the waiter, but as he looked up at you he saw your shining smile. It was so radiant, like you were genuinely happy, and he was speechless.
“Well I can’t finish it alone!” You insisted as you both used your rightful straws to sip the sweet ice cream away, trying to hold in your laughter.
Summary: You and Tom had dated for a little over 3 years before he finally asked you to marry him. After many attempts at starting a family, and discovering your complications with becoming pregnant, you were blessed a baby girl. Although you both had your hands full with her, Tessa, and a Great Dane named Zelda, you just couldn’t resist.
Warnings: some swearing
Request: dad!tom holland
(i took my own ideas for the plot so if you had something else in mind pls submit it!)
“This way, darling! This way!” Tom spoke softly, smiling giddily at your daughter. She had just begun walking and her small hands were wrapped tightly around your husbands fingers as he guided her around the large living room.
You smiled happily, adoring them from the kitchen, before a tail wacked you in the side of the leg.
“Why hello, Zelda.” You said, petting the large dog before walking to say goodbye to Tom.
“As much as I would love sit and observe, and watch our daughter grow up, I have to go get some groceries.” You interrupted as Tom swooped your daughter in his arms and looked down at you.
“I love you.” You said to him sweetly, as he put his opposite arm on the small of your back.
“I love you more.” He said softly with a grin, pecking your lips. “(Y/D/N)! Can you say bye-bye to Mama?” Tom asked as he turned his attention to the beautiful girl that rested in his arms.
“Bye-bye.. Mama!” She said happily, giggling lightly as you planted a wet kiss on her cheek.
“Byyee, Sweet Angel.” You responded with a toothy grin. “I’ll be home soon with dinner!” You said but just as you were about to exit the building Tom’s voice rang out.
“(Y/N)!” He said loudly as you peaked your head back inside, your daughter laughing lightly as Tom bounced her.
“Yes, babe?” You asked innocently, already knowing what he was going to say. He said it everytime you went out.
“Don’t. Do it.” He said seriously as you rolled your eyes.
“Despite my desire to argue, I won’t. I promise.” You said with a smirk before finally leaving toward the grocery store.
After a speedy run through the grocery store, eager to get back home to your family, a sign caught your eye.
Sphynx Cats up for Adoption
“Holy shit!” You exclaimed to yourself, almost turning your blinker on immediately to go and take home one the cats, but then you remembered the promise you made to your beloved husband. Sighing loudly you began the journey back home, but you knew you couldn’t leave without taking one of those cats home.
“Oh, for Christ sakes!” You reprimanded yourself as you re-routed your journey to head back to the sign. As you read it more in depth you knew this was an opportunity you could not pass up.
Sphync Cats up for Adoption
All are litter box trained! Spayed and Neutered!
You gasped loudly, immediately following the route to the address. You took your pick on a black and white male, acting like a toddler as you excitedly drove him home.
You began to genuinely get nervous when you pulled into your garage. You made sure to grab all of the bags so Tom wouldn’t see him before you could say anything.
“Hi, love!” Tom said sweetly as he gently set your daughter down on her blanket with her toys. He kissed you quickly before trying to exit the house.
“I got them all!” You informed him quickly as he turned to look at you. He suspected something immediately. As he cocked his head and narrowed his eyes, you crumbled.
“Don’t be mad.” You said, trying to hide a smile as Tom laughed at you in disbelief.
“(Y/N)! What in the world could you have brought home this time?” Tom asked in shock, referring to the time last year when you randomly brought a full grown Great Dane home.
“Listen!” You said quickly, running out to the car and pulling the small cat out of the pet carrier. You stalked back inside as Tom’s eyes widened.
“I named him Ira -“ You tried to say before your husband interrupted.
“I don’t ca -“ Tom started but you stopped him. The dogs were now swarming you, trying to get a wiff of the new creature.
“Listen, listen, listen.” You scrambled out, using your unoccupied hand to grab his. “I only had to pay $45 for him. Can you believe that? Do you know what kind of deal that is for a sphynx cat. He’s healthy, litter box trained, already been neutered, he has no hair so I won’t have any allergic reactions, and they even gave me the litter box, a months supply of food, and a little play pin. C’mon… I’ve wanted one since I was little and they didn’t want him.” You tried to convince him as he laughed to himself, unable to comprehend that you had another pet.
You set the cat down, watching as he and the dogs immediately began rubbing against one another and rolling on the floor. Tom looked down at them just as you daughter came running toward them, joining in on the fun. Tom threw his arms out and his eyes widened in confusion, causing you to laugh loudly. (see the gif)
“Look.. it’s our Little Miracle with our Little Mammals. Are you convinced now?” You asked, happily staring at your daughter who was giggling loudly as the cat and dogs licked her.
“You know I am.” He said as he cupped your cheek with his large hand, pulling you in for a warm kiss as you rested your hand atop his wrist, butterflies filling your stomach, just like they had the first day you met when he was out walking Tessa.
“Alright..” he breathed out, “Let’s move him in.” He said with a cheesy smile as you cheered, both of you going to get his things.
A couple hours later, after you, Tom, your daughter, and all of your pets had a good meal, you were sitting sleepily on yours and Toms king size bed, the only noise drifted from the movie playing on the TV.
You were leaned into your husbands right side, head on his chest wrapped securely in his strong arm, almost drifting off, and your daughter was sleeping soundly against him in the same position on the left. Tessa was passed out in your lap, Zelda had shoved herself into your right side, snoring loudly. Ira was resting in your daughter’s tiny arms.
You felt Tom’s lips press a kiss into your hair before he spoke. “I love you.. so much. I’m so happy to have this life with you.” He whispered softly as you leaned back to look at his face staring back at you in awe.
You planted a soft kiss on his lips, both of you smiling into it. “I love you more.” You whispered back as you both turned to your daughter in admiration before you leaned back into him.
“Goodnight, my love.” You heard Tom whisper feeling him shift to kiss your daughter on the head.
Summary: After a long week of stress and any possible unfortunate event falling upon you, you and your Marvel cast head out to a nice bar for a couple of drinks. After they turn into one too many for you, the familiar black SUVs that were ordered to crusade the group around arrive, and there’s only 4 seats for 5 people, and the men who have gone to desperate measures to win your affections are eager to be the one taking care of you. But you’ve only got your eyes on one.
Warnings (Not Many):, drinking, swearing, affection, mention/allusion to some sexual things
(SPOILER: It’s about Tom Hiddleston.)
Let me know if I should do a part 2?
You weren’t planning on getting shit-faced drunk but unfortunately, you did. The instant Robert said “Let loose!” you did just that. Luckily, for your fellow castmates you weren’t a sloppy or angry drunk, in fact, the men who were desperate to gain your attention would even goes as far as saying you were an adorable drunk. The bar was exceptionally nice and was crowded with people from set and crew, dancing wildly. After 3 karaoke songs, that were surprisingly not completely butchered, you were exhausted. You’d been dancing all over the place, even if no one else was and nothing could stop you.
Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, and Tom Hiddleston had all developed their own affections for you and were desperate to be the one you chose. Although you were aware of there incessant flirting, that you reciprocated, you never knew any of them had actual feelings for you. Despite that, you had gone through all of the inevitable crushes, but you were a little bit hung up on one tall Englishman, and you would never let him know.
“Dance with me!” You shouted to Seb as you approached their table, he agreed happily. The two of you going to the dance floor and spinning one another around.
“She is, something else.” Chris commented lovingly as Robert, Tom, and Scarlett all looked at him, nodding and chuckling.
“She’s shit-faced.” Robert corrected, causing the somewhat tipsy group to burst out in laughter.
Chris and Tom were eyeing you and Sebastian carefully, both of them trying to shield their jealousy. But their attempt to remain focused on hoping Seb wouldn’t make a move failed when they were easily distracted by you.
They took special notice of your appearacne tonight. You wore a fittied gray tank top that had a small rose embroidered into it, the straight neckline exposed your clear, freckled skin. The tank top itself exentuated your tiny stature along with your high-waisted black skinny jeans.
Tom noticed your light make up, no eyeshadow. You had on just enough foundation to cover any blemishes, but not too much so your freckles were still seen. Your eyelashes were covered in a layer of mascara, and your eyebrows were always done, a dark anastasia dip brow lined the arches and filled them in no matter the occasion. He laughed to himself as he noticed just how tiny you were, it was clear from the films when Loki and your character had to stare one another down, that he was maybe a foot taller, as you only reached his shoulder. Your bright eyes caught all of the lights that were floating around the dance floor and they all were mesmerized by you.
Even though each of them did have little crushes on you, most of it had become a joke between all of the Avengers, and now they knew that had to live up to their infamous reputation as the relentless admirers.
As the rest of the cast approached the table, expressing their desire to go home, you were just exiting the dance floor. You were doubled over in laughter, tears brimming your eyes.
“What? What’s so funny?” Tom asked you as you looked up at him, watching as he began to chuckle lightly because your laughter was so contagious.
“Nothing, at all. I don’t - I was jus - I was thinking about, about -“ You tried to explain but you couldn’t catch your breath from your laughter.
“Okaaayy, Sunshine. Cars are supposed to be waiting on us.” Robert said, making sure your didn’t hyperventilate from laughter as he pulled an arm around you and escorted you out.
The rest of the cast’s cars had already arrived and left, and your small frame stood on the edge of the curb, and the men watched you a few feet away. Your hair was wild and curly from the perm that your role required and it was thrown all over your head.
“How does she manage to look so…” Sebastian said, trailing off because his tipsy mind couldn’t find the right words.
“Exquisite?” Tom asked as they all stared at you, in awe.
“Alright, you’re going to catch some flies.. I - I think you’re drooling. Jesus, didn’t know I was dealing with some horny teenagers.” Robert teased, slapping Chris’s chest as they all immediately looked away from her and began to walk toward her.
Tom’s large frame stood right next her and she leaned into him, wrapping her small arms around his waist and he laid his large one around her.
“How are you feeling, love?” Tom asked sweetly as she looked up at him.
After a long pause she finally answered, “Amazing, I think the alcohol had mostly worn off about an hour ago. I was just having a good time.” she sighed out as he chuckled and exchanged surprised glances with the other men. You were definitely a very fun person even when you weren’t intoxicated, but it was clear you were still quite tipsy.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He responded, as the two looked at each other giddily.
It was routine to split off into groups because the cars couldn’t hold you all at once, but unfortunately there was some miscommunication and You, Tom, Robert, Chris, and Sebastian were grouped together with only four seats.
You all expected the large SUV with two rows of seats but were disappointed at what arrived, well some were disappointed.
“Well,” You began as you turned to face the boys at they stared at the vehicle, debating on how to work this out, “Who’s got shotgun?” You asked with a grin.
“Uh, I do.” Tom said, lifting his hand, beating the other men to it.
“Awwe, c’mon.” Seb groaned like a child as you giggled.
“Great. I’ve got your lap.” You informed nonchalantly.
“Wh-What?” Tom laughed as you linked arms and walked to the car.
“Well, there’s only four seats, you need shotgun, I need shotgun, so - we share.” You explained diligently.
“Why do you need shotgun?” Tom asked before he could stop himself, it’s not like he didn’t want you to sit in his lap, he was just worried about what could happen.
“The aux.” You said simply, as Robert snorted. Tom shrugged and slid into the front seat. You stepped up as Tom grabbed your body and you slid into his lap. He wrapped both of his strong arms around you in a protective manner, contemplating wrapping the seatbelt around the two of you as the other three piled into the back.
You excitedly grabbed the aux cord and plugged it into your phone as the car pulled away from the bar. Your nerves were all over the place, yes you were tipsy and acting impulsively, but the man you had feelings for was sitting under you, and you knew you’d remember it tomorrow.
Your character in the MCU was an unknown demi-god and had a past romance with Bucky Barnes, but in the presemt films the character had a strong bond with the God of Mischief after finding out her true past. She was a badass, and you spent every hour training to be able to perform every stunt and fight scene. The two of you had an onscreen kiss that would be shot next week because you’d been cast in Thor: Ragnarok and Sebastian knew he didn’t have the upper hand, even if it was all fun and games.
You clicked shuffle on your playist and immediately screeched as Lay It Down by Steelix played, you reached forward and turned it up loudly, singing all of the words, and despite how loud you were, the men couldn’t help but notice how extravagant your voice was. Your performance was then followed by LA Confidental by Tory Lanez, and everyone was laughing wildly, Sebastian recording you, as you rapped every word for your own pleasure. You hated the meaning of the song, but couldn’t stop listening to it.
As you attempted to dance within your limited space, your hips were grinding on Tom’s lap and creating an obvious situation for him. He let out a small groan that only you could hear, causing you to giggle.
“Sorry, My King.” You whispered while laughing at the nickname, planting a kiss on his cheek. You were surprising youself, they hadn’t ever been around you when you’d had so much alcohol and your body did things before you could even think it through. Tom laughed nervously as a result, feeling bad that you had to deal with a bulging issue in his pants.
The drive back to the large condo that the cast was staying in was around 45 minutes, it was obvious the entire groups energy would not last that long. All of the boys in the back were passed out and eventually, you crashed and were laying comfortably in the crook of Tom’s neck. Your arms were shoved close between your bodies because of the cold atmosphere.
“Are you cold, darling?” He whispered to you, as you nodded sleepily.
“Here.” He said, sliding your arms into his large leather jacket with ease.
“Thank you.” You said, looking into his eyes intently before he pried his gaze away. He couldn’t act upon his affections for you tonight. He wouldn’t risk you forgetting, and the thought of you not remembering anything that went down between the two of you made him sick.
The Enemy by Andrew Belle was playing and you took particular notice of it.
“This song always makes me… sad, I guess.” You thought aloud, listening to it intently.
“Why?” Tom asked softly, eyeing the beautiful woman in front of him.
“I’m not sure. I guess, my own stuggle with the human condition. My fight to do right… to stop pushing people away..” You blurted lowly as Tom studied you.
“Why are we listening to it?” He whispered as you looked at him and studied his curly locks and the stubble on his face.
“It’s my favorite song.” You answered honestly as you both eventually giggled lightly, falling back onto his chest as he pulled you tight.
After you all arrived to the condo the boys played rock-paper-scissors for who got to care for you after your alcohol intake. Whoever won got to take care of you. Your were the prize, not the punishment.
After an intense round of 2 out of 3 between Chris and Tom, by luck, Tom was once again your night in shining armor.
“Can I stay with you?” You asked with a smile as Tom accepted the offer, it wasn’t like it was completely uncalled for. The two of you had spent many nights, talking for hours and falling asleep in one another’s room while traveling.
You helped yourself to a black t-shirt that belonged to him, changing quickly and then brushing your teeth, ridding yourself of the alcoholic smell, and finally wiping off your make up.
You sat on his temporary bed as he came back in with a glass of ice water and some goldfish, recalling on a time when you had told them that after a wild night you’d eat them and wouldn’t wake up puking.
“Thank you.” You giggled, accepting the generous gift as he changed in the bathroom before plopping down on the couch rested in the right of the room, facing the large window that looked over the city.
“I was laughing about a vine.” You admitted, snorting lightly as he turned to look at you with a happy grin. “Actually not a vine, I - I, um - look up certian hastags on tumblr and read all of these posts that people make because I love seeing what the make and write, and there was this post that assigned us to certain vines…” You began, snorting harder as Tom laughed at the joy it brought you. You got off the bed and landed on your knees, resting your head atop your hands to look over the back of the couch next to him. “ And - and mine was the -“ You began but you were already laughing, “Mine was the What the fuck, Richard? and Loki’s was “Imma bad bitch you can’t kill me, and oh my fucking god, they were just all so funny.” You explained laughing, tears brimming your eyes as Tom laughed with you? unable to contain it because your smokers laugh was so contagious.
“I’m going to be completely honest and tell you that I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” He admitted as you both cackled, but in an instant his hand was laced in your hair on the back of your head and the two of you quickly connected. You leaned over the sofa further as his other hand ran through your hair, deepening the kiss.
You were so shocked by his actions, not only were you 12 years younger, but you never thought he felt anymore than a friendship with you, despite your shock, you were utterly pleased until he abruptly pulled away.
“Oh, Christ. I’m sorry, you’re drunk, and I’m not - I don’t - I don’t want you to think I’m manipulating you. I - If we kiss, I want you to remember it.” Tom admitted sweetly and nervously, looking down at your small frame, elated to see you in his clothes.
“Trust me, I’ll remember that.” You said, confidentally, giggling lightly, but you could see the concern in his eyes. “Okay. Let’s go to bed - and no, you are not sleeping on that sofa - then, in the morning, when I am completely sober, I will kiss you again. And then you’ll know. My feeling aren’t some one time drunken desire, or manipulated by you in any way… They’re real.” You said seriously, climbing into the bed before he even agreed.
“Um, okay.. y-yeah.” He said as you laughed lightly, the sound welcoming Tom and calming his nerves as he slid into the large bed next to you. You wrapped your small frame around him and rested your head on his chest, allowing the two of you to fall asleep peacefully.
And in the morning, well, it was painfully clear to you, Tom, and every other resident in the condo that your feelings were very, very real.